Chapter 47: Cold War

“Hmph, well done. So? Is he dead?” Feng Hua stared coldly at Fang Wenxuan and asked.

“Feng Hua, remember, you’re in a police station right now. I’m asking you, where were you yesterday between ten and eleven in the morning?” Fang Wenxuan’s gaze was stern as he questioned Feng Hua.

“Asleep,” Feng Hua replied impatiently.

“Who can verify that?” Fang Wenxuan pressed.

“Come on, who needs someone to prove they were sleeping? I sleep alone,” Feng Hua retorted, his impatience barely contained.

“Watch your mouth and behave yourself,” Lin Hui snapped, rising angrily as he heard Feng Hua cursing at Fang Wenxuan.

Only Ling Luo and Shangguan Wan’er remained at the scene. Ling Luo was staring at the blood stains on the floor, brows knitted tightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Yet for some unknown reason, despite smashing so many people, Xing Yue’s beer bottle remained unbroken.

“Uh, don’t worry Aunt Yun, I promise I’ll keep her obediently in the office and won’t let her run anywhere,” Chen Feng agreed eagerly, afraid Aunt Yun might come up with new schemes to match him with Lin Ruolan.

What sort of logic is this? People are iron, food is steel—miss a meal and you’ll be starving. Especially for someone like Wang Dong, who is a big eater; missing even one meal feels like a matter of life and death.

The power of the Phantom Dynasty doesn’t seem so remarkable—it’s merely comparable to the level of the old Seven Days Kingdom or the Xuanyuan Nation.

Brandon, at first, denied any knowledge of the matter just like Heather, refusing to admit he orchestrated it. Yet he couldn’t withstand Rhett’s relentless barrage and finally confessed to arranging the perpetrator’s escape.

“If nothing else, I’ll be leaving now,” Xing Yue shrugged helplessly after being glared at by Leng Aoyue.

“But I heard... the Emperor already has three princes? What’s going on here?” As he spoke, Su Xiao’s eyes blazed with fury, waiting only for a reply from Chi Ru.

“The Azure Dragon Emperor is benevolent and just, with the world in his heart—how could we not serve him?” Yinglong transformed to human form and called out to Zhulong, and together they entered the Abyss to search for the Azure Dragon.

A scarlet blade aura, as wide as a finger, burst forth and, in the blink of an eye, rushed toward Shang Xiang.

The breeze blew gently. Daoist Wang brushed the hair from his forehead and tucked it behind his ear, inadvertently catching his own sharp, thin face reflected in the bronze statue, full of disdain.

Yan Qiu understood that the increasingly unruly Yan Xiang was a hidden threat, but even if she wanted to teach Yan Xiang a lesson, she’d need the right opportunity—and a proper reason.

“There really are plenty of parasites in court,” the Emperor’s gaze was icy as he swept over the officials, instructing the Crown Prince to continue investigating before leaving the audience.

Britney had no desire to use it, but Zhang Cheng’s determination changed her mind. I never saw the coyote possessed with the same madness as James.

“Even then, he couldn’t escape my pursuit.” A strange man sat behind the wheel, his face dark as night.

Meng Feifei had recovered her composure, though the blush lingered on her cheeks, making her radiant and beautiful. Even Pan Yuhong was staring at her, utterly entranced.

“Because as soon as I went out, I noticed their shared traits and, without them noticing, took their things—heehee!” Mei Xuelian smiled at Pan Yuhong.

This meant Tang Tang was saved. The imperial physicians kneeling beside sighed in relief; starting tomorrow, they wouldn’t have to worry about being punished. The Ink King was even harsher than Bai Shaozi in his prime.

Suddenly, Ximen Piaoxue groaned, and Leng Qingqing glanced over to see a thumb-thick green snake quickly slithering away from his arm.

“Wu Jiu’s standards are high—whose daughter caught his eye?” The Emperor smiled.

Zhao Shirong smiled sweetly at these words, gazing at Li Chen Zhou’s handsome face, her beautiful eyes filled with infatuation and love. “Among our peers, who could compare to my husband?” she said, unable to resist stroking his face once more.